Accumulate feathers sink the boat

"What's the matter? You said."

For several weeks, I had to deal with a lot of things every day and read countless people, but I still had a deep impression of Lu Xiangzhou, a patient who diagnosed himself as sick and insisted on seeing a doctor.He seemed to see some cyberpunk flavor in this short-term sick person, decadent yet aggressive, depressed yet enthusiastic, like two parallel flowers competing for nutrition, eccentric yet harmoniously coexisting.

"I want to ask if oryzanol and betaloc are your psychiatric drugs?"

"Oryzanol is right. We use it to adjust the function of the autonomic nervous system, which can improve the symptoms of mental and nervous disorders. But Betaloc is not a special drug in our department. It is used to regulate the heart rate, and the cardiology department will also use it."

"Oh," Lu Xiangzhou said silently in his heart to adjust the heart rate, so there is indeed something wrong with Gong Yu's heart, "Then if these two medicines are taken at the same time, it will treat mental and heart diseases at the same time, right?"

"Ah? What's your problem?"

He was familiar with asking patients about symptoms for several weeks, but he had never heard of asking patients about medicines, and he couldn't find Lu Xiangzhou's point for a while.

"I have a friend. I just got out of him and found that he was taking estazolam and these two drugs at the same time, but he refused to tell him what the problem was. I thought that since there are psychotropic drugs , maybe you'll know what's wrong with him..."

As Lu Xiangzhou talked, he lost his confidence, yes, this is too outrageous, each medicine can correspond to several diseases, and if you don't explain all the details clearly, the doctor can't judge the corresponding disease at all.

"You saw him taking medicine, did you see him getting sick? For example, is he taking the medicine after meals and before going to bed, or when he is suddenly sick. If it is a regular medicine, it should not be a problem with our department. If it's sudden—"

"It's sudden! When I arrived, he happened to have a heart attack, so he asked me to help him get the medicine in a hurry, and these three kinds were what he took!"

"Have a heart attack?" Zhou Shu couldn't understand even more, "Have a heart attack taken estazolam? Are you sure he has a history of heart disease?"

"No, no... no," Lu Xiangzhou was dumbfounded when he was asked, "Heart disease is what I said, it's his symptoms that look like heart disease, and his heart beats very fast, almost 1 times a minute, and then My lips were blue, I was sweating, my limbs were shaking and stiff, and then I thought... Maybe it's a heart attack..."

"Heartbeat to 170?" Zhou Shu caught this key word in Lu Xiangzhou's long description, "How long did it take for him to return to normal after taking the medicine?"

"It's very slow, it will take more than an hour."

"What kind of heart disease takes more than an hour to heal? Is that person gone long ago?" Zhou Shu shook his head, "He should be the disease of our department, autonomic disorder, or autonomic nervous dysfunction. It's common, and it's normal to take psychotropic drugs."

"Then is this also a kind of mental illness?" Thinking of the acute schizophrenia he suffered from before, Lu Xiangzhou suddenly had goosebumps all over his body, "Is it serious? Is it difficult to treat? How does it compare to my previous one?"

"Diseases cannot be compared like this..." It is really difficult to explain the disease to a layman. The number of weeks can only be put aside professionalism and try to be as simple as possible. "The pathogenesis and treatment mechanism of the two diseases are different, and they cannot be treated as the same kind. items for comparison."

"Then... can that be cured?"

"Yes, why not, just stay away from the source of the disease. Unlike schizophrenia, autonomic disorder is a psychogenic disease. It usually occurs after excessive psychological pressure, or great emotional and mental stimulation. Is your friend a policeman, a doctor, or a teacher?"

"He's a doctor!" Lu Xiangzhou replied hastily.

"That's no wonder. These three occupations are critical areas for autonomic disorders. Many celebrities also have such problems. I have seen many of them over the years, and they are all in this situation."

"Then this disease has nothing to do with the heart, does it?"

"It doesn't matter. If you take him to check the heart, you will find it is completely normal. It doesn't have to be the heart. Autonomic disorders may affect two or more organ systems, such as the cardiovascular system. , digestive system, respiratory system, etc., but none of these will cause actual damage, it can only be said to be... er... a physiological reaction driven by psychology."

Physiological reaction driven by psychology?Lu Xiangzhou felt that he understood, but he didn't seem to understand.So what Dr. Zhou meant was that Gong Yu's disease looked serious, but it was actually nothing serious?

"If there is no substantial damage, is it okay to die?"

"You have a good idea," Zhou Shu smiled, "I don't have a heart attack, but I have the feeling of a heart attack. Do you think people will feel uncomfortable? And the most troublesome thing about this disease is that it will be accompanied by a feeling of near death. In an instant, the patient may really feel that he is going to die. You know that scaring people will scare them to death, and the chance of success is greater if you scare yourself. If you often feel near death, you may really die one day.”

"Boom!"

Because he listened too carefully, Lu Xiangzhou, who was walking without looking at the road, bumped his head against the bus stop sign. The noise was so loud that all the people waiting for the bus turned their heads and wondered which idiot was so blind.

"I... I I I... that..."

"Oh, don't be nervous. I'm talking about the worst case scenario." Hearing Lu Xiangzhou's incoherent speech, Zhou Ji quickly comforted him, "Go and ask your friend about the cause of his illness. He's already taken medicine, so it must be The diagnosis has already been made, and the cause of the disease must be known. It is enough to help him stay away from the cause. If the work pressure is high, then take a break or change jobs. It's not troublesome, and it's much easier to treat than your disease."

"So...so...just to find the cause, right?" Lu Xiangzhou found himself trembling even as he spoke.

"You don't need to look for it, you can just ask, isn't it your friend? You can't talk about such a trivial matter. You caught me and fell ill. There's no need to save face."

"Well...that's...that's true."

What a fart, Lu Xiangzhou suddenly thought of the reasons that Gong Yu had fooled him just now, none of them were close to this disease, if he hadn't come to ask the week number, if...

"I see. Thank you, Dr. Zhou. I still bother you during off-duty hours. I'll treat you to dinner when I'm free."

"Come on, you are free and I am not free, owe it."

Zhou Shu hung up the phone quickly and neatly, leaving Lu Xiangzhou, who was half a beat behind, standing alone on the side of the street in a daze for a long time.

He didn't know the cause of Gong Yu's illness, and he felt that he was the person who knew the most about Gong Yu's condition so far, and other people might not even know that Gong Yu was ill.

It's not that Gong Yu has no friends, or doesn't like to deal with people, but...but that he has never been a person who likes to ask others to help solve problems.He is stubborn in his heart, and the education he received from childhood made him used to independence very early, so even though his parents died young, Gong Yu is not full of vulnerability like other children.

He seemed to be used to being alone.Happy alone, hurt alone, sick, also alone.

So if Gong Yu didn't say anything, he would definitely not be able to know the cause of this unfathomable disease on his own.And if no one helps him, can he really stay away from the cause of the disease completely?

That night Lu Xiangzhou tossed and turned, originally planning to find a nurse to help Gong Yu casually, but now it seems that he has to take care of this matter himself.After all, the ex-husband is the ex-husband, and the dislike is the dislike, but he never thought of letting Gong Yu die.

So Lu Xiangzhou went to Gong Yu's place honestly after class the next day.He didn't call before going, and Gong Yu couldn't go out anyway in this situation, but he didn't expect that after he unlocked the combination lock and pushed the door open, he could smell the aroma of vegetables.

"Who?"

Gong Yu, who didn't know that someone would come at this time, subconsciously threw away his chopsticks, and moved out while supporting his walker.

"I, who else, can you just push the door of your house?"

"How did you come?"

When Gong Yu asked this question, his expression was full of surprise, even panic, as if he never thought that Lu Xiangzhou would appear again.

"Why can't I come? You did what you did yesterday. I'm afraid you will die at home without anyone in charge."

"I...I won't..."

"Come on," Lu Xiangzhou walked past Gong Yu, "Why does it smell so good? Is there anyone else at home?"

"No." Gong Yu couldn't catch up with Lu Xiangzhou, so he could only push the walker to make a "squeaky" noise, "I'm down there, I made some stew, it might be the smell."

"You still know how to cook stew?" Lu Xiangzhou who hadn't reached the stove suddenly turned around and looked at Gong Yu like he was looking at a monster.

"Well...a little bit...you learned it after you left..."

"How is it done? Is it delicious?"

"No... How about you, do you want a piece of food? I have done a lot." This sentence should not have been said, but Gong Yu couldn't control himself. The second Lu Xiangzhou appeared, he wanted a second Second, if this bowl of noodles can help him keep people for 10 minutes, then even if this is the last bowl of noodles in his life, he will be happy.

"That piece, I just haven't eaten yet."

Picking up the chopsticks that Gong Yu dropped on the ground just now, Lu Xiangzhou took a colander, scooped up the noodles that were tumbling in the pot, handed them to Gong Yu first, and then scalded a bowl quickly by himself, the aroma of marinade was stimulated by the hot noodles The whole room is floating, and just smelling it makes me feel comfortable.

"Eat it quickly, while it's hot."

Lu Xiangzhou dipped some steaming marinade with the tip of his chopsticks, wanting to taste Gong Yu's craftsmanship, but when the taste was discerned by the tip of his tongue, he couldn't utter a single word.

That's his taste, no, strictly speaking, it should be Lu Wenchuan's taste.After the old Lu left, in order to keep his father's memory, Lu Xiangzhou practiced his cooking skills at home alone, making all the dishes taste exactly like Lu Wenchuan.Then whenever he misses his father, he will eat a few mouthfuls of the dish he imitated. Although it can't solve the long-term lovesickness, it can be regarded as alleviating the sorrow nearby.

But now, it was Gong Yu imitating him.

"How is it?" Lu Xiangzhou didn't say anything after taking a bite, Gong Yu was nervous, thinking something was wrong.

"Very good," Lu Xiangzhou tried his best to restrain his expression, "You can add some sugar to make it fresher."

"Sugar? It turns out that it doesn't taste sweet when you eat it."

Gong Yu asked the question sincerely, completely oblivious to the fact that this sentence had revealed the reason for his cooking.

"If you put a little less, you won't be able to eat it, it will only feel fresh. I put it in many dishes, you can try it."

"Oh... no wonder, I said something was missing, it turned out to be sugar."

Gong Yu scratched his head, blushed and began to eat the noodles, the small bowl of noodles felt as if he had tasted the delicacies of mountains and seas.

"So that's why you're on hunger strike in the hospital?"

"Huh?" Gong Yu frowned without understanding what Lu Xiangzhou wanted to ask.

"Taste, is it because the taste is wrong?"

"Oh, um, it's too oily, I really can't get used to it."

No, Lu Xiangzhou thought, the taste is not right because it is too oily or too salty, but because the person who cooks it is wrong, and the dish feels wrong.

"Then what about your illness, did it recur after I left yesterday?"

"No, I'm rarely sick."

"That's fine."

This is also a lie, Lu Xiangzhou silently grasped the chopsticks in the palm of his hand, and when he just came out of the kitchen, he took a special look at the medicine that Gong Yu threw on the coffee table, the amount was obviously less than when he picked the medicine yesterday.

So Gong Yu had an illness in such a short period of time, and more than once.